50 years old, life has just begun, this sentence is huang gongwang.
In the first half of his life, he worked hard to gain fame and fortune, and was busy, and finally the bamboo basket was empty, a natural disaster and a man-made disaster, implicated in prison, and then when he was released from prison, he was more than half a hundred years old, he began to practice, while practicing, he became a big idiot.
What is a big idiot?
Huang Gongwang was like us in the first half of his life, mixed in society, and was not very successful, and when he reached middle age, he only barely became a petty official.
And it was not safe to be a petty officer, and it did not take long to be affected and imprisoned. By the time I came out, it was the year of knowing my destiny.
Looking back on this life, most of them are absurd things, but they are addicted to half a life, just as Su Dongpo said, "Laughing at yourself is busy with your life, and your middle-aged career has turned absurd." It's not a little idiot, it's a big idiot.
Huang Gongwang finally understood that life is a dream, and living your life in the way you like is the greatest success.
He wandered the mountains and forests, saw all the natural scenery, carried a pen and paper, stopped to write and paint when he encountered the beautiful scenery, and became the Huang Gongwang who was free and uninhibited and only did his own.
Becoming yourself, living your short life in the way you like, is the greatest success in life.
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<h1 class="ql-long-6542096" > the first half of his life fame and fortune eventually became empty</h1>
In 1269, Huang Gongwang was born in Changshu, Jiangsu. Huang Lao, whose parents died early and lived in Changshu, saw that he was lonely and lonely, so he accepted him as a stepson and changed his name to Huang Gongwang. Take the meaning of "Taigong Wangzi Jiuyi".
Huang Gongwang was very smart when he was a child, full of poetry books, four books and five classics to read, he read a wide range of books, read everything, Zhong Sicheng "Record Ghost Book" Cloud: "The learning of public hope does not wait for literary decoration." As for the affairs of the world, everything is known; down to small skills, omnipotent; long words and short songs, and the pen is completed. Everyone is a master. Especially able to paint. ”
Ten years of hard study, young and talented, he naturally wants to be titled in the gold list.
However, although he was talented, he had no official fortunes, and he kept taking examinations and failing until he was in his forties, when he became a scribe in the Lian Visiting Department of Western Zhejiang.
The boss, Zhang Lu, is a corrupt official.
In the end, nine people were killed due to corruption and fraud and plundering of land and property, Zhang Lu was arrested, and Huang Gongwang also suffered the disaster of innocence and went to prison.
By the time I came out, I was fifty years old.
On the day he came out, he stared at the sky, and suddenly felt that between the heavens and the earth of life, like duckweed floating by, briefly like a white colt crossing the gap, he suddenly realized that everything before was a floating cloud.
He is Huang Gongwang.
Maybe the day he came out, the sky was very blue, there was a white cloud floating by, and a bird flew over his head, leaving only a shadow, his hair was gray, and half of his body was buried in the soil.
Huang Gongwang returned home, wrote and painted, and occasionally went out for a walk to see the sky outside. Gave myself a road name: Idiot.
Since then, he has become a Taoist priest in the crown wild suit.
In the Treatise on the Clubhouse, it is said: "The so-called fool is ignorance."
Perhaps he saw the first half of his life, as if he were walking in the world with his eyes closed, and did not see the truth of life, and he was so stupid that he called himself a great fool, which is also the delusion that he saw through what he did in the first half of his life, so he used this to be a wake-up call for his life, and from then on, he wanted to be an awake person, do what he wanted to do, and do what he liked.
After becoming a big idiot, Huang Gongwang did not ask about political affairs, did not ask about many things in the world, and he often lingered in the nature of green mountains and rivers.
Walking into the natural Huang Gongwang, there is no need to bend the knee to please the boss as in the official field, need all kinds of management, maintain the relationship with people from all walks of life, he began to only be himself, it can also be said that Huang Gongwang is no longer the Huang Gongwang in the eyes of others, but the Huang Gongwang in his heart.
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<h1 class="ql-long-6542096" > the landscape to live a life</h1>
Huang Gongwang is born free and loves landscapes.
When I was in seclusion in Changshu, I liked to take a pot of wine every day, climb to the mountain to find a big rock to sit down, drink wine against the opposite mountain, drink while watching, the wine was finished, the time did not know how long it took, he threw the pot of wine into the river, and then turned around and left, and there was a little wave on the river.
The back of the departure is incomparable, becoming his own day, Huang Gongwang is often in the mountains, looking at a pile of rocks, as if he sees some rare treasure, sometimes it is a few hours.
I don't know how long such a day has passed, maybe many years, and the life since then has not been separated from the landscape.
It is said that one night, when the moon was sparse and the insects were singing in the wild grass in the corner, Huang Gongwang took a small boat and went out from the small city gate in the west and slowly rowed around the mountain.
Rowing, Huang Gongwang tied his own wine bottle to the stern of the boat with a rope, so that the bottle moved forward with the boat in the water.
When he returned, when he arrived at the tomb of Qi Nu, he pulled the rope and tried to retrieve the wine jug, but with a force, the rope broke.
Huang Gongwang was not annoyed, he clapped his hands and laughed incessantly, the valley that was so silent that only insects chirped, there was Huang Gongwang's laughter everywhere, and the people who heard it thought it was a god.
He sat in the middle of some strange stones all day long in the middle of the wilderness. Or at the confluence of rivers and seas, sit and watch the waves churn, even if the storm comes, he doesn't care.
At the age of 50, he made a living by divination in Songjiang, and began to study landscape painting with the painter Cao Zhibai.
Because he has been in the mountains for a long time, accompanied by strange rocks in the mountains and rivers, listening to the songtao river, his understanding of the landscape has his own artistic conception, so when he writes, he is often unique.
He likes to walk aimlessly in the mountains, see the beautiful scenery, and have a painting intention in his heart, so he takes out a pen and paper from a bag behind him and starts to draw, and when he is finished, he takes the painting to the market to sell, sells the money, changes the wine to drink, and buys some pen, ink and paper by the way.
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<h1 class="ql-long-6542096" > Fuchun Mountain Residence Painting Fuchun Mountain Map</h1>
In the seventh year of the Yuan Dynasty (1347 AD), Huang Gongwang was 79 years old, and he and his disciples traveled to the Fuchun River uselessly, only to see that the Fuchun River was crystal clear to the bottom, and the fish on the river sang late, and Huang Gongwang decided to stay in Fuyang.
Although the master and disciple were useless, they were worried about his body, afraid that he was old and weak, that there was no one to take care of him, and wanted him to travel with him, but he did not want to leave, and wanted to paint quietly by the Fuchun River.
It is also here that the legend of Huang Gongwang really begins.
Huang Gongwang's house is surrounded by mountains on three sides and the river on the other, looking around, the mountains are undulating, the trees are verdant, the river is like a practice, and the beauty of the entire Fuchun River can be seen.
After staying at the woodcutter's house, Huang Gongwang took bamboo sticks and shoes every day, went out in the morning, walked slowly along the Fuchun River, and every day, no matter whether it was windy or rainy, he went out on time, and when he encountered beautiful scenery on the road, he began to paint.
Every once in a while, he would give the woodcutter a painting, and he would let the woodcutter take it to the street to sell.
The eighty-year-old man should have spent his old age in peace, but Huang Gongwang was very busy, but he was not busy making money, and the money from selling paintings was not wanted, so he distributed it to the people in the village.
Some people don't understand: You are already eighty years old, why are you still so busy, and you don't want to make money, what are you really for?
For what? For the joy and peace of mind.
At the age of 80, he began to paint the Fuchun Mountain map, dozens of peaks and hundreds of trees in the Fuchun River, and finally, he showed all these landscapes on a picture scroll.
This painting, which took him four years, actually took his whole life.
After the painting, looking at the completed "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map", Huang Gongwang's eyes were full of calm, perhaps not because he did not know the value represented by this painting, but because he knew that all the wealth in life was just a passing cloud, and he just did what he should do, just did what he liked.
Therefore, when the master and disciple were useless to find him, he waved a big hand, inscribed the last line on the painting, and then gave the painting to the master and disciple useless, rich and wealthy, floating fame and profit, he did not care.
This is the real freedom, doing what he likes, after doing it, he can also not care at all about the value of the results, because the real wealth in his heart is the mountain, the water, the nature, and even more himself.
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<h1 class="ql-long-6542096" > life is your own and has nothing to do with others</h1>
In 1596 AD, the famous painter Dong Qichang of the Ming Dynasty obtained the "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map", which was more than ten meters long when it was unfolded, and the picture was overwhelmed.
Dong Qichang took a look at it and shouted:
"My master, my master, one hill and five mountains, all of them are complete." "This volume is a look, such as a treasure house, a vain return to reality, claiming to be a blessing in the day, and a smooth heart and spleen." "Sincerely for the art of Lin Feixian, out of the dust outside the people also."
Zou Zhilin also said:
"The Zhizhi on Zi Jiuhua, the Right Army (Wang Xizhi) in the book also, Shengyi." To the "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map", the change of the pen is encouraging, and the "Lanting" of the Right Army is also holy and divine. "
After that, it came to the hands of the collector Wu Zhiqing, after Wu Zhizhi's death, this painting was passed to his son Wu Qingqing, Wu Qingqing regarded this painting as his destiny, built Fuchun Xuan alone to collect this painting, when he slept, put it on the pillow, when eating, put it on the side of the seat, ate with this painting and slept together, when he died, he wanted to take this painting to the underworld, often accompanied by him, he wanted his family to burn this painting to him, the family looked at Wu Qingqing before his death, the last breath could not swallow, had to be when his face began to burn this painting called "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map", Fortunately, his nephew Wu Jing'an arrived and snatched the painting out of the brazier.
The "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map" also became two sections, one was the "Leftover Mountain Map" and the other was the "Useless Master Scroll", and in the following three hundred years, the two fragments were handed down separately. The person who painted this painting was an old man named Huang Gongwang.
Although Huang Gongwang left, what he left for the world was not only painting, but also an attitude towards life, but also an attitude towards life.
Everyone lives in this world, there are many choices, you can choose to follow the requirements of others, to achieve the expectations of others, to do what others want you to do, in order to obtain money and power; you can also choose to live your own life in the way you like, may not have money and power, but at least the heart is happy.
However, in this disturbed world, we are so easy to lose ourselves, a little careless, we are lost, we stare at the living material, but forget that life itself is the most important. We often walk on the path that others expect, but we forget what we really want, and we often see the things that others want us to pursue, but we forget what we really like.
I like a sentence by Mr. Yang Dai, life is your own, it has nothing to do with others, the world is your own, and it has nothing to do with others.
I hope that everyone can finally truly do themselves, do what they like, live the life they want, no matter how others expect and demand, remember that everyone's soul has its own way to complete, we are not responsible for other people's souls, nor can we be responsible for others.
Wen |Di emperor Xiaoyu, I came from the mountains and want to go back to the mountains!"